poem of the day August 31 

The art

of studying 

the knots

of a well

worn floor

is perhaps

the best way 

to see into

the harmony

of an old house

 poem of the day August 30 

Riding hard

up Sideway Hill

were selfish Stan

and greedy Lil

They galloped fast

but got nowhere

so laden down

on the krama trail

Always stuck together

inside their fate

neither up or down

early or late

Even after 

many years

of riding hard

they could  rise

beyond the patterns

of their lives

 poem of the day August 29 

"The bright light

inside oneself

is often clouded

and hard to see

by unsettled storms

of one's own making"

so said the calm sea

as waves pounded 

from within the lighthouse

 poem of the day August 28 

So many

hawks

flying about

Seem to be

everywhere

Way more

than usually

Normal or Sign?

I think sign

the squirrels 

think so too

 poem of the day August 27  

A drifty

dreamy

dark green

atmosphere 

has overcome

the morning

No sunrise visible

just still clouds

still controlling 

a very quiet sky

 poem of the day August 26

Hummingbird

Hummingbird

A hummingbird sings

Super duper fast

on hummingbird wings

No breaking of sweat

while humming around

the ripe blooming path

where flowers abound

I was sitting nearby 

and could easily smell 

the heavenly scent

of lingering nectar 

fresh from the well

 poem of the day August 25 

it used to be

a pound of flesh

was an ask to far

but now giving up

pounds of flesh

is advertised 

all day on TV

as normal 

new realities

eagerly easily removed

and just a shot away

poem of the day 

things trapped

in repetitions 

bound within 

daily lifetimes

are unconsciously

forgotten by those

needing to change

their karma

 poem of the day August 23 

Tulips on

a trampoline

bouncing toward

the sun

Asters riding

airplanes

joining in the fun

I see the past

in Molly's pond

where flower children

waved their wands

To power flowers

everywhere 

that bloom from

worlds beyond

 poem of the day August 22

the sun

heats

the big rock

but I wonder

if either

of them

has any 

understanding

of my pleasure

as I sit on

the warm stone

 poem of the day August 21 

In the corner

of an airport

While waiting 

for a flight

to arrive

I began watching

the arrivals 

Studying first greetings

Everything from

very exuberant 

lovers who loved 

each other 

To married haters who 

secretly hated each other

To sad single travelers who

had no one to greet them

I thought of the arrival gate

as a big melting 

door of life

Finally joining in as

an eager greeter

greeting my family

arriving from Thailand

 poem of the day August 20 

a welcome rain

I see the trees

shaking their knees

acting crazy cool

like young saplings

wet after a first kiss

 poem of the day August 19 

Pick today

a random day

out of a deck

of many days

Then study

those cards 

this day you hold

as  the sun comes up

and life unfolds

Will anything be influenced

by a remembered dream

a deadline of time

in a familiar routine 

or will something 

spontaneously appear

Novel and new

to change the course

of what you will do?

 poem of the day August 18 

The swing

of a door

back & forth

open & close

Passing through

each moment

Comfortable in

its ability 

as gatekeeper

to separate 

the different worlds

found on each side

of in and out

 poem of the day August 17 

The round Earth

was spinning itself

like a chicken

on a rotisserie

harmoniously rotating 

around the great fire

in a grand barbecue

being very careful

not to be burned 

by the unrelenting sun

All was going well

until man unleashed 

the heat of hell

 poem of the day August 16

Modern fashion

A new twist

on an old 

authoritative classic

Everybody can see

the fascist military

look  is back in style

sweeping across the nation

From designer masks to 

leather swatting boots 

Hard to get away from

the 1930's fashion trends

You see it everywhere

from Home Depot

to the family farms

Why just look at 

the army of fashionistas 

patrolling  the streets 

of Washington

 poem of the day August 15  

I love

the way

the primordial 

comforting

rambling sound

of the sea

is always 

with us

Living within

the walls 

of a seashell

With a conch pressed

to our ears

we are never far

from a seaward tide

No matter 

how many lifetimes

have traveled away 

from the shore

 poem of the day August 14 

Last light

First light

in between

shades 

of night

A place

where

Dark Knights 

roam over

Star dark

Moon dark

Dream dark

Moonless dark

Every type of

Dark on Dark 

With eyes wide open

for those awake

With minds wide open 

for those dreaming

 poem of the day August 13

To be aware

each day of

the daily bloom

The pulse that

rushes in

and spreads out

over everything

Takes more than

mindlessly marveling

at flowers opening

to the sunrise

 poem of the day August 12

Summer

flows inside

an octagon 

Eight slides

of energy 

illuminating

all directions

completing the circle

I like to stand in

the center 

and feel the power

 poem of the day August 11 

The manual

for how 

to navigate

the recurring path

How to avoid

walking in circles

destined to 

repeat themselves 

over and over again

on the long journey 

traveling many miles 

but getting nowhere

is often lost forever

at the very first step

when one is marveling

only at the beauty of life

 poem of the day August 10 

walking

a dream

inside

outside

somewhere

everywhere

everyone

is them

in them

some know

some don't

doesn't matter

teeter totter

 poem of the day August 9 

the day comes

the day goes

Happens daily

time unfolds

Some is known

Some is not

change happens

ready or not

 poem of the day August 8 

It's all

a matter

of relativity

for relatives 

trying to find

their relatives

as families grow

on little trees

With generations

of branches

like puzzle parts

mixed together in 

the ancestors sea

Where all are Us

and All are We-s

 poem of the day August 7 

The conductor

tried to calm

the anxious passengers

staring at their watches

"It is all in your head

Too much time

is spend 

watching 

the clock

Watching 

the schedule 

Instead of living

the moment"

The conductor said

with eyes glued to 

the big station clock

as the train finally arrived

36 minutes late

 poem of the day August 6 

Quieted

by thick 

quiet clouds

All birds have

gone silent

to embrace

the motionless moment

Their dawn songs 

stopped soon 

after realizing

the sunrise

was covered

by an intimate  

atmosphere 

of serene stillness

not even the sun

could penetrate 

 poem of the day August 5 

While recycling

a broken television

I overheard

two old machines

flirting with each other 

in the same metal dump

"Yeah I speak a bit of TV" 

one said to the other

as it vibrated 

in a very bold 

suggestive way

Lighting up 

the other machine's

circuit board 

"Me too but I want

you to know, I don't

do any of the crazy A.I. stuff"

"Ok, we'll keep it simple"

"Yes, perhaps just some 

old fashion number crunching

to see if we can really interface"

 poem of the day August 4 

That stone buddha

in the garden

with an all knowing 

very serene face

has been 

doing nothing but

just sitting 

where it has sat

Day after day

Year after year

in all kinds of weather

Never ever moving

or changing expression

Not even once

Often I look

trying to see

inside its stoic mask

hoping to understand

what if anything

it is thinking

 poem of the day August 3 

a bird wing wind

flaps across the sky

fluttering dawn 

with thoughts

that somehow soar

into everything

 poem of the day August 2 

everybody

everyone

no exception

is born

without

opinions

but opinions

begin

to form 

with each

and every breath

so by the end 

of a lifetime

everybody 

has a point 

of view

shaped by them

 poem of the day August 1

dreams coming

out of sunset

need a certain light

only possible when

an energy used day moves

deeply into darker night

allowing a soft haze

to hold the eternal brain

with thoughts springing

out of nothingness

into somethingness

melding into dreams

of improbable futures

often not remembered 

in the morning